But parallelly.

No one knows
Whether they know each other...

But have a feel of familiarity...
Be it for wrong or right
Or be it because one knows one’s own face….

Dew drops can,
With no such feel of familiarity,
Rest on the leaves and petals
And ants can sleep on elephant’s back.

To have such, felt to be, familiar faces
On the strange paths while passing by,
Is a matter of luck...,
If it won’t obstruct
Easy movements of passers-by…

Strange passers-by on strange paths
Have to be-friend each other...
To get courage and shelter,
To get more of new lessons and guidance,
And to strengthen their pursuits
Ensuring their movement
To the intended/dreamed,
Undefined or unknown,
Destination, the nest.

But parallelly.